The rine in spine
sties minely
in the pline.
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Friday, July 12, 2013
business meetings
its all red kale and rice and beans,
the chilled green teas and the whiskeys,
could you pass that over here?
fffffffffffffffff----!!!!! -eelin' kinda friskies
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